paroles de chanson Bad Blood - Hosea

Wassup, Switching up the tempo thought that you were calling my phone
Had to play me like a game, what a blame shame, now I see what you on
Cause I'm threw, threw with you, pick up the phone dial 212
What the 411? Play me like I'm dumb, now I see what you on

This Was A Front, Had Me Drowning In Your Love
Thought That This Was Just A Game
Turn Out You Ain't Never Changed
This Was A Front, Had Me Drowning In Your Love
Thought That This Was Just A Game But
Turns You

You Were Bad Blood to me
You Were Bad blood to me
I'm so threw, threw with you pull up the phone dial 212 what's the 411?
You were Bad Love," you were Bad Love," you were Bad Love to me

When I can get you to do right, You doing wrong
But I am right sitting down, writing these songs
Why Why? why you gotta cry this was all your fault
Throwing fingers, throwing actions when caught then you get packing
But I'm not stopping you, wanna leave than leave less problems I'll have
This was tension at the door, right down the path
This was all a front, This was drowning my love, Thought that this was a game
Right now, ain't never change

You Were Bad Blood for me
You Were Bad Blood for me
Why Why? why you gotta cry this was all your fault
Throwing fingers, throwing bashes when caught then you get packing
You Were Bad Blood to me
You Were Bad blood to me
I'm so threw, threw with you, pick up the phone dial 212 what's the 411?
You were Bad Blood," you were Bad Blood," you were Bad Blood to me

You Were Bad Blood to me